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Thursday, April 10, 2014

BEYOND ADDICTION by Desiree Holt is BEYOND FABULOUS!

The answer to 50 Shades of Grey?
BEYOND ADDICTION by my buddy Desiree Holt.THIS IS THE REAL story you yearned for and missed in 50 Shades of...whatever.

Sequel to Dangerous Addiction, from
Something Wicked This Way Comes, Volume 1

When Fallon Crowe discovered her submissive side, she indulged
it fully, reveling in her erotic nature—until she stepped into the brutally
possessive world of Brian Willoughby. More than a year after she was literally
dragged away from his abusive clutches, Fallon is finally building a new life
with Cord Jamieson, a Dom who reminds her that punishment can be loving, pain
an aphrodisiac.

But when Fallon unexpectedly runs into Brian, he reawakens
an addiction that never quite died. Now she’s torn between the caring
relationship she’s established with Cord, and Brian’s darkly mesmerizing
lifestyle that goes beyond safe, sane and consensual.

The choice is Fallon’s—the wrong one might destroy her
completely.

Inside Scoop: This story features an abusive
scene from a power-hungry man who’s perverted the lifestyle for his own sick
pleasure. It may be too intense for some readers.

A Romantica®
BDSM erotic romance from Ellora’s
Cave

Your nibble:
Copyright 2014, Desiree Holt

Cord hung his Stetson on a peg in the back hall and toed off
his boots. They were covered in mud and various other substances and badly
needed cleaning, but at the moment he was just too tired. He and the hands had
spent most of the day riding fence line and making sure every pasture was
secure before his new shipment of cattle arrived. They’d been a steal at an
auction and he couldn’t resist. The bank had extended a substantial line of
credit and that was the perfect reason to tap into it.

Everything was coming together much better than he could
have hoped. The herd was finally at the size it needed to be and in the spring
there would be new calves. The pastures of coastal hay were in good shape. And
the work on the event center was nearly finished. Next week, he’d work with the
hands who’d be leading trail rides and giving lessons and offering other guest
activities, and oversee the finishing touches to the stables.

AT least he could relax where the party was concerned.
Fallon was working her magic with an ease that he admired. He smiled as he
thought about how much pleasure she brought to all areas of his life. After the
party, after the post-event details were seen to, he planned to take her away
for a long weekend where he could tie her to the bed and pleasure both of them
in as many ways as he could dream up.

Just the thought of that was enough to make his cock harden
and strain against the fly of his jeans.

In the bedroom, he stripped off his clothes and dumped them
in the hamper, then stepped into the bathroom and turned on the shower. He was
so aroused he was almost tempted to take himself in hand and smooth out the
edge while the hot water poured over him. Then he thought about Fallon, who was
due home very soon, and decided he had much better ways to satisfy his lust.

He was just wrapping the bath towel around his hips when he
heard her moving around in the bedroom. He opened the bathroom door,
smiling—until he took a good look at her and his body tensed. Nearly all the
color was gone from her face, her soft-pink lipstick seeming like a slash of
vivid red in comparison. Her movements as she undressed were jerky, not smooth,
as usual. Her body language was that of someone who had been through an
emotional wringer.

What worried him most was the lack of eye contact. That was
so out of character, at least for the woman he was used to.

She just shook her head and continued removing her clothing
like a robot.

What the fuck?

And then out of nowhere, it hit him.

She’d seen him.

The bastard who’d fucked up her life. Fucked up her. Had she run into him or had she
deliberately sought him out? Shit, he didn’t know how he’d handle it if it was
the latter. It took all his willpower not to smash his fist against the wall.

Pulling himself together, he used his best Dom voice.
“Fallon. Look at me. Now!” he snapped when she continued to look down at her
feet.

She lifted her face to his, her expression a mixture of
regret and disgust, but didn’t meet his gaze.

“You saw him
today, right? That asshole you refuse to talk about?”

She nodded.

“Was it
deliberate? Did you call him?” He was barely holding his temper in check.
“Answer me, girl.”

“No, Sir.” She
still hadn’t looked at him. From the moment he spoke she’d been in full
submissive mode, only her attitude was more one of defeat than supplication.

What the fuck happened
out there today? She was doing so well? We were doing so well.

Who is Desiree Holt?

Known
the world over as The Oldest Living Erotica Author, Desiree Holt has gathered
experiences in everything from newspaper work to running her own music and
promotions agency. She is three times a finalist for an EPIC E-Book Award, a
nominee for a Romantic Times Reviewers Choice Award, winner of the first 5
Heart Sweetheart of the Year Award at The Romance Studio as well as twice a
CAPA Award for best BDSM book of the year, winner of the Holt Medallion,
multiple winner of the Whipped Cream Book of the Week Award and is published by
five different houses. She has been featured on CBS Sunday Morning and in The
Village Voice, The Daily Beast, USA
Today and numerous other national publications.